Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.